Page 13 of Never Till Now

“I only have what I need.” I shrug my shoulders as the sticky beverage starts to irritate me. “Shower?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Do you really have to ask?” He stalks toward me. “I’ve been staring at your ass in that dress all day.”

I smirk as I lift my dress over my head, handing it to him with an innocent smile. “This dress?”

His hand brushes over his jaw as his eyes track my body. His hands rest on my hips when his primal gaze meets mine. Something clicks in his mind as an agitated sigh fills the room. “I didn’t bring a condom.”

“I don’t have any on hand.” I roll my eyes and curse myself for not grabbing a box the other night. “I’m also not on the pill because it messes with my hormones too much.”

I take the dress from him and hold it against my chest. As if covering myself up will make this situation better. His next sentence throws me.

“I had a vasectomy back in college. My best friend and I both did.” His voice wavers with the uncertainty of his suggestion. “It’s reversible if I ever changed my mind. With my family’s financials, I wanted to cover the ground if a false claim ever came about.”

I lean against the counter and wait to see if he will keep talking, but he doesn’t. “You’re true to your word,” I state and look into his dark-brown eyes.

“I have to be. My sister is the only one who knows. I don’t want the risk of bringing a child into the world without consciously doing it.”

“But you still wear a condom?”

He shrugs. “People don’t know my personal choice unless it’s needed.”

“So why tell me?”

“You’re different.” His eyes search mine for an answer he can’t find. “You have your own secrets and I just… trust you. My job title is the first thing people ask for if they don’t already know it.”

“So, you don’t care if we use a condom,” I state and feel my pregnancy anxiety peak, even though I believe him.

He takes my hands. “I’m clean, but if you don’t feel comfortable or trust what I’ve told you, that’s okay too. Nothing has to happen today.”

“If you’re lying and I do get knocked up, you’d support whatever choice I have without a question?”

“Without question.” His eyes don’t waver from mine. “I’ll request a paternity test if you decide to follow through with the pregnancy though.”

He stands there waiting for my approval on our current situation. I’ve never gone bareback in fear of being faced with the choice of having to terminate a life or own up to my mistake and raise a child without the knowledge of how. There is also the dreaded possibility of emotional connection from oxytocin. Adam’s tone and assured face tell me he’s not lying. He’s been open about his past. He and I are on the same page. A rarity in my book.

His honesty shows he is being a good guy. Yet the tension in his jaw proves how much he wants to pull me against him. I reach out and grab his wrists, pulling him closer. His lips meet mine in a desperate manner as his hard length pushes into my stomach.

He bends and reaches behind my thighs to lift me as my legs wrap around his waist. My fingers grip his hair as he walks us toward the bathroom. I’m thankful the bathroom has a large walk-in shower for us both to fit in. He reaches in, turns the shower on and breaks our kiss for a moment. I grind my hips forward, touching the tip of his hard erection. He growls as his fist tightens in my hair, turning my neck to the side as his teeth run along the curve.

I gasp as pleasured lightning courses through my veins with the need to feel his skin against mine. Orange soda consumes my senses and I straighten my legs, dropping to the floor. Adam’s one arm reaches behind his neck and rips his shirt off the way only men do. My mouth waters as I mentally count his abs as if last time wasn’t real. He kicks his pants aside and grabs my hips, backing me into the shower.

It’s then I realize I didn’t remove my thong since being in an admiration trance with his defined abs. My back hits the cool tiles as his fingers dig into my hips. Adam sucks my bottom lip with an aggressive perfect tug and I hear a tear. He tosses my thong aside and I gasp, not from the hot gesture, but because of that particular thong.

“That was La Perla.” I tighten my arms around his neck bringing him closer.

“Now, it’s on La Floor-a,” he jokes and nips at my ear. “I’ll replace it, Blondie.”

I hike my leg around his waist and reach for the shampoo. I run my hands down his neck and over his shoulder muscles. I roll my hips forward and start to drag my nails down his chest. Adam spins me around like whiplash, and the cool tile shocks my breasts but causes heat to pool in my center. Such an intense combination. His hands trace the curve of my body with soap until one grasps my hip while the other teases my inner thigh. I reach down, bringing his hand where I’m begging for release. He complies and lightly circles my clit, miraculously knowing how much pressure I need. I bow into him away from the tile and he slips his finger inside while his other hand rolls my nipple.

A breathless moan escapes as the heel of his hand brushes my clit every time his two fingers pump inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls in my ear. “Your pussy loves my fingers, doesn’t it, Lauren?”

My body is on fire. The heat of the moment with the showerhead hitting my body sends sparks building as my stomach tightens. “I’m gonna come.” I pant as he speeds up his rhythm and grinds himself on my ass.

My walls tighten around him as my orgasm pulses through my body. He holds me close until the wave slows. I spin around and meet his lips, desperate to feel him everywhere. He lines himself up with my entrance and holds my gaze for one last approval. I’m paralyzed in the moment. I can’t find the strength to nod or lift myself forward, allowing him to enter. Immediately, I drop to my knees and look up at him. My hand grabs his cock as I lick it from base to tip. My thumb sweeps over his precum and his breath hitches. I meet his wide eyes and slowly take him into my mouth.

“Show me how you want to be sucked.” I keep a steady rhythm and place his palm on the back of my head allowing him to control the pace.